Larksong Grotto as we cross the empty skies

It took all the self-control he had not to burst from his hiding spot. The urge to protect, help, or do something was unbearable. 

All he could do was watch. Watch as the Lilia winced in pain, watch as the moose somehow decided to spare her from a more agonizing fate. 

Her submissive tactics seemed to work and the bull wandered off. He wasted no time and rushed to Lilia’s side as soon as possible.

Hhit, He cursed breathily. You okay? Can’ya walk? What’hh broken?